"That's it!" Su Xinzheng successfully scared the two of them with a sensational assumption, and then pursued them with the victory: "Then why are the people involved in the civil unrest willing to participate in this headless business?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly reached out and picked up the curtain and shouted at the driver in front of him: "Stop, I want to get rid of it!"

Fan Dingbo and Mi Huang watched him get out of the car, and then stared at each other in a glance. For a moment, the two of them had nothing to say to communicate.

Soon, Su Xinchen saw Su Xinchang with one hand tied his pants, lifted up the curtain and walked in, and said, "Even if I take a step back, the people are displaced and become refugees because of natural disasters."

He said this, leaned forward and asked, "If it weren't for the unjust, where would these natural disasters come from?"

Mi Huang and Fan Dingbo were shocked and pale. They never expected that there was such a rude person in this world, and... the object of rude words was still facing the emperor who was granted the destiny of the Lord of Nine Five!

In fact, according to the theory of this era, what Su Xinzheng said was not unreasonable. The "Tang Gao" and "Qin Oath" in the "Shangshu" mentioned that Shang Tang was guilty of "there was one person who was guilty, but there was no more than ten thousand men." and the "Mr. Mu's crime was guilty of "because he could not protect my descendants and the people, it was also said that he was in danger."

With the development of the times, the edict of sin has become a life-saving straw for the emperor when encountering natural disasters and man-made disasters, dislocation of the king and ministers, and even the regime's crisis... It seems that if this edict is issued, God can forgive his previous mistakes.

But... no matter how reasonable Su Xinzheng is, he has a theoretical basis of ten times or a hundred times. He cannot just pull these messy things into the emperor's head like a shit pot!

When Su Xinchen saw the two of them dumbfounded, he felt that they were so easy to win. After going out to urinate, he came up with such a killer move.

No matter how talented a capital city is, it is just like this!

He gained the upper hand and was proud, so he no longer wanted to talk to the two defeated generals under him. He closed his eyes and leaned behind him.

After a while of quiet, I heard the gurgling sound of the carriage vaguely whispering with Mi Huang: "Next time, let Xingzhi come and discuss with Mr. Su..."

Songjiang Prefecture's Thirteen Townships and Fifty Guarantees are the root of Shanghai's history and culture. Later generations said that "Songjiang Prefecture first came, and then there was Shanghai Beach."

Although Hangzhou is only a hundred miles away from Songjiang, considering that there are women and children in the car, they will stop and stop slowly. In the end, they will rush on the carriage for a whole day, making people feel sore all over. Fortunately, the space inside the car is large enough that it will not be difficult to stretch your legs and arms.

The sky was already dark, and Chen Xian picked up the curtains and looked forward, and saw a city in the east towering in the afterglow of the sunset. Under the golden light, it seemed that even the edge of the city was shining with a golden luster.

At this time, the city was approaching, and a few soldiers were standing scattered on the suspension bridge, waving their hands lazily into the city.

The carriage drove to the city gate with the word "Baocheng" written on it, and the coachman issued a road guide, and the soldiers waved impatiently and chased them into the city.

After entering the Songjiang Prefecture City, Chen Xian felt that this place was very different from the prosperous Hangzhou where he lived for a long time. The Songjiang Prefecture in front of him really could not match the oriental pearls lined up in the tall buildings he had seen in later generations. After entering the city gate, he turned right and crossed Fengle Bridge. The main road in the city was paved with stone slabs in the middle, and there were still solid dirt roads on both sides of the road. At this time, it was getting late, and there were few pedestrians on the road. The old row of houses on the road were all second floors, which felt a bit desolate like a small town in the border.

Because Yue Zheng's family still lives in Qingpu Town, Shanghai County, which is still dozens of miles away, the few people first found an inn in the city and drove several rooms to stay. They planned to go to Qingpu early tomorrow morning to see what Yue Zheng mentioned about the fishing boat.

In the guest room, Lu Xiaochai sat at the small table, looking at the candlelight in front of her with a gloomy expression, and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Xiaochai!" Chen Xian walked into the door, sat down to her with a smile, picked up the tea on the table and poured a cup. After drinking it, he felt that the tea was really bitter and hard to swallow. So he put it down in disappointment and asked, "Why are you still feeling depressed when you return to your hometown?"

"I'm thinking..." Lu Xiaochai turned her eyes to look at Chen Xian, squeezed out a smile and said, "I haven't come back for a long time, and this Songjiang Mansion is still what I remember."

Seeing that she answered the question, Chen Xian slapped her chin on the edge of the table, looked up at the woman in front of her and asked, "Is Xiaochai worried about your brother's fishing boat?"

Lu Xiaochai narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a little sadness: "I can't even understand the experiments that the official did at Mr. Sun's house. Now I have to run this fishing boat business... I thought that I was born as a fisherman and could not even fish, otherwise I could help..."

It turned out that she was depressed for such a thing. Chen Xian took her hand and pressed the white tenderness on her face, laughing and saying, "Xiaochai has already helped me a lot when she can sit here and accompany me!"

Lu Xiaochai felt the cheek of the person in her palm, and then bent her index finger and quietly picked his earlobe. Her subconscious movement was intimate and bold, and her heartbeat slightly faster at this time, and even her mood was much better.

Seeing that she was in a better mood, Chen Xian thought of this incident... In this era, after a woman married into a wealthy family, she had to take care of her husband and children, and she wasted her youth in that small courtyard every day until she got old.

It's like they never existed in this world.

Marriage has even become a lifelong prison for them, and they are prisoners bound by the world.

Chen Xian was definitely unwilling to let the woman in front of him be bound in a small house by this feudal etiquette... Perhaps her "Hua Hanxiang" business could help her deal with part of it.

"Okay!" The door was knocked, and Mi Huang's weak voice came in.

Chen Xian opened the door, but saw that the noble man was depressed at the moment, which was actually similar to Lu Xiaochai's expression just now.

"Brother Mi, what's wrong?" Chen Xian grinned, but he said in his heart: I don't have time to make you happy. If you have farts, let it go. After I put it back, go back and go to talk to Fan Dingbo's poems!

Mi Huang smiled bitterly and began to accuse him: "Xingzhi, Mr. Su has a very extreme view of the court, and he still can't persuade him. He is really stubborn. Dingbo and I have just thought about it and talked about it again, but now we can't find him. Does Xingzhi know where he went?"

"Ah?" Chen Xian glared. Could it be that these three people were arguing in the carriage all the way? No wonder Mi Huang looked weak, and his feelings were from the communication, and he had never argued that Su Xinzheng's rough martial artist?
Chapter completed!